Oh god.

I am so not designed to be a writer.

I'm neurotic.
I'm paranoid.
I'm impatient as hell.
I am at one with self-loathing.
I think my writing is crap.
I despise criticism.

And I secretly believe the world is out to punish me.

Oh crap oh crap oh crap.
(As you can tell, I've just sent the two kiddie books off to a the first publisher.)

I'm going to be laughed off the planet. I know it.